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Sunday, 14 April 2013

A Ding Dong and A Prayer

In these times of such austerity I would
object to Government spending millions of pounds on ANY ONES funeral,
Let alone a multimillionaires!

Now I’m the first to admit that I never thought much of Maggie Thatcher, or her
policies, and I also admit to ‘Ding Donging’ with the best of them when I first
heard the news of her passing. In fact if I’m being really honest (which I generally
am) ‘Ding Dong’ had
already occurred to me and been ‘smugly’ tweeted way before I’d a chance to
realize that half of ‘Twitter World’ was one step ahead of me!

It might after reading that surprise some of you to hear that in addition to my ‘Ding Donging’ I
have also prayed for her (Eyebrows down please, it’s a Christian thing) not the ‘Ding
Donging’ obviously, ‘Hangs head in shame’, the praying I mean. It's hard praying for someone you feel nothing but contempt for, harder still when your feelings toward that person are not relieved by prayer! Perhaps praying for myself would have been more appropriate in this instance, since it was my own conscience that led me to pray for 'Maggie'. I'm not sure I'm making much sense! It's all very confusing. Being a Christian (in my head anyway) isn't always easy.

You might also be surprised to hear given my frequent *I can’t stand Tories rambles* that I often pray
for them too (I can’t by the way – stand Tories; I despise everything they
stand for!) but, it would be impossible for me to pray effectively for the
people I DO care about without at least in passing praying for the hearts of
these rich bully boys (and girls) - that their hearts will by some miracle be opened to the
suffering of so many British people, (suffering they are directly responsible
for!)

Having said all that, as a Christian, and as a human being, my
heart, thoughts and prayers are first and foremost with........

The despairing parents who queue up with their frozen children at the
ever growing number of food banks across the UK before returning their furrowed
brows and frozen children to homes they can barely afford to heat!

The 50 year old man made redundant through no fault
of his own who unable to find alternative work now finds himself labelled
scrounger by his own Government! (Striver to shirker overnight) despite having worked
hard and paid into the system his whole damned life.

Sick and disabled people whose lives have been
turned upside down under this regime. People whose own doctors are ignored in favour
of under qualified ATOS/DWP assessors in a deliberate attempt to strip them of benefits.

Frightened, vulnerable people whose illnesses/disabilities are being greatly
exacerbated by constant and overwhelming fear of the next assessment interrogation.

The sick and disabled people who have died as a result
of this Governments draconian treatment, and those who mourn them.

The working man (On minimum wage) who struggles to feed his
family and pay his bills even with the addition of tax credits and housing
benefit! A man who must now find money from God knows where to pay a tax on his
spare room, or down size into a smaller property that doesn’t exist!

The determined, fun loving, intelligent graduate who
has spent almost every waking minute for the past two years trying
(unsuccessfully) to find a job that pays a living wage and now faces losing her
home due to bedroom and council tax charges that she simply can’t afford to
pay.

And this week added to this already long list of ‘first
and foremost’ my heart, thoughts and prayers are with my (disabled) best friend, who died unexpectedly on the same day as 'Margaret
Millionaire Thatcher'.

Any ‘Ding Donging’ going on in my house (or
head) that day was silenced abruptly at 6.15pm when a voice on the other end of the phone said “Tracey’s dead”!

We were friends for 43 years, we grew up together, I never got to say goodbye!

The Government will NOT notice my friends
passing, except perhaps that their figures will now show one less disabled
person reliant on the state!

So my friends, am I appalled that our Government think
it’s acceptable to fund a millionaires funeral!? (whilst declaring it can’t
afford to support all those I've prayed for *first and foremost* this week) Yes I'm appalled,
yes I am and so 'I would imagine' is my God!

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My scribbles include my own experience of mental illness, gambling addiction, and Fibromyalgia. Good and bad days (past and present). Life in general, lots of poetry, and occasionally a little of my nonsense. :o) It helps me to share; I hope that somewhere in my ramblings you find something that helps you... Kimmie x